Novel & Cerita Amour Triangulaire

If I focus on anything they’re saying, I… I can’t. I can’t. My head feels light. I swallow the rest of the liver whole and go for the neck. The feel of bones crunching beneath my teeth helps chase away my thoughts. Leaving Amora was the right choice, Kian snaps. End of story. Amora. Amora. A name with Latin origins, commonly used in Spanish and French cultures. Meaning: love. Wolves like us will never understand love. Shadows like us will never understand it. I rip the rabbit’s neck out and chew through the tendons and bones.

SHE DEVIL "You spent so much girl talking to that laundry girl, Cherry said, frowning after Michael came back to the house, I had to pay her and my transfer app was a bit slow, Michael lied, Anyways let's not let that laundry girl come in between us, Cherry said carrying two glasses of wine, handing over the one in her left hand to Michael. What are we celebrating Michael said,looking a bit surprised, We are celebrating, friendship,peace and a beautiful future together,Cherry smirked A beautiful future together? Michael asked, Cherry we talked about this already, you and I we have no future together Michael said,holding the glass of wine in his right hand. "Do you always have to make me feel

Michael stooped a foots distance away from Alice, his cheeks flushed red and his eyes sparkling. “Why would you call someone you barely know twenty times in one night. He asked, looking straight into her eyes. Alice looked away from him, she looked at Jane behind her hoping she could help, but Jane was lost. She looked left, then looked right searching for what to say, before finally looking back at him. “Because… I love you.”

Jean-Pierre wants to marry me the way I am, he likes my look, my color, my smell, and his eyes are watching me with love and infatuation every time I get in his way and I am sure he will kiss me as you used to kiss your ugly, faded mistresses. Damien silenced her by holding her in his arms and kissing her, but not as he had kissed his girlfriends, but as he had kissed her last week. He took her very gently, with tenderness, love and infatuation, pouring his intense feelings into her in the morning. He surrounded her tiny body with his solid arms. Closing her eyes, surrendering to him with all her being, as if the world revolves around him alone, his heart squeezed itself overflowing with inf

"What the hell are you babbling about, Cara? Flirting? Are you for real? I-I'm not-" "You are not what?" Her looks seem to slice me in two. "I'm not like what you are thinking. I'm damn straight. Can't you see? I'm hurting right now 'cause I-I'm in love with someone I am not supposed to." [3rd Person Point of View] Cara couldn't understand why she seemed disappointed when Daphne said she was straight. Cara even felt a tightness in her chest when she heard from Daphne that she was in love with someone she shouldn't be—Cara knew that Daphne was referring to Craig.

Trevon's hand shot out, gripping her wrist. He peered at her through half-closed eyes. "Lydia?" Lydia's eyes lit up. "Yes, it's me, Trevon." She leaned in, aiming for a kiss, but Trevon flipped her beneath him. He loosened his tie and leaned closer, their lips inches apart, but he paused at the last second. Lydia's heart, which had been soaring in anticipation, plummeted. Trevon's brow furrowed. "Your perfume—it's overpowering."

’ Leah didn't let herself show some emotions when Amoux told her to use the mind link. ‘Thank you, baby. Thank you for letting me do what we plan.’ Leah replied. She felt that Damon's embrace was too tight, and she could feel that he was kissing her on her nape. ‘Don't you dare fall in love with him, Leah? Or else, I will take you out here in this pack. I'll be watching you.' ‘I won't fall in love with your cousin. I love you, Amoux.’ ‘I love you, too.’ Leah tried not to smile when she heard that even though Amoux was still jealous, he did not interfere with her plans.

The girl replied. Amour nodded slowly, staring at the ceiling. "And you, who are you?" Amour turned to her. "I'm a cook here, I help out my grandma in cooking and serving the mobsters. My name is Coralyn but you can call me CoCo and you?" Coralyn smiled widely Amour looked at her waringly, not knowing if to trust her or not. "Amour" She replied "That means " Love" in French. Sounds cute" Coralyn smiled before standing up.